"Lu Mingjun, I admit that you are a genius. You are so talented that it is scary. You are a mountain climber under the age of thirty, and you are the only one in the world for five thousand years. You have reached a height that even the first generation president of Tianxiahui has never reached."
"Maybe you will go further than the first generation president of Tianxiahui in the future, but you must die here today!"
King Xiaoyao said sternly, the blade of the sword he held in his hand never loosened. As the sun set, King Xiaoyao's figure became dazzling.
His eyes were fierce, and his murderous intent was piercing.
The sword held by King Xiaoyao is called Li Gui, and more than ten thousand people have fallen under this sword. King Xiaoyao once was at the peak of the God of War, holding a sword to block an encirclement and suppression force of 100,000 people without being defeated, and successfully climbed a mountain!
One person can kill 100,000 people. This is the true fighting power of a mountaineer!
At this moment, the remaining light of the setting sun was obscured by clouds, and the sky seemed to be roaring for this battle.
Two mountaineers came to opposite sides and decided to fight for life or death!
Lu Mingjun concentrated ten thousand times, closing and opening his eyes, all his energy and energy gathered at one point.
"Fierce ghosts are coming out of the mountain!" King Xiaoyao shouted loudly, the earth was shaking, the sword broke through the sky, and hundreds of thousands of ghosts were haunted.
Lu Mingjun simply assumed a fighting stance, with his right hand tied to his chest, his left hand protecting his heart, and his left foot lunging forward.
"bring it on!"
As he finished his words, there was a sudden sound of breaking wind. In the final charge, he lost much of his internal strength to protect his body. All his attacks were dead-handed, and every blow was aimed at the critical point.
"Pfft!"
A punch-to-flesh attack, each blow seems simple, but the huge impact force frequently erupts into violent sonic booms.
The power of each punch and each sword is enough to crush ten ants at the peak of the Martial God Realm. This is mountaineering, this is the top of the world, and you can see the small but terrifying power of the mountains.
Lu Mingjun dodged a sword, and attached the internal force of ice to his right hand, condensing it into ice. Lingxi caught the sword struck by King Xiaoyao with one finger, turned his left hand into a fist, and struck hard at King Xiaoyao's ribs.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones being broken was clearly heard in his ears. King Xiaoyao raised his knee and hit it hard on Lu Mingjun's lower abdomen.
Lu Mingjun suddenly felt that his internal organs were tumbling violently, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
The two of them were fighting with fists and fists, and both of them went crazy. From a closer look, they looked like two street gangsters, fighting. But when they looked more closely, there were seven to ten huge potholes around them.
In the woods dozens of meters away from the beach, birds and animals flew away, and large trees were cut in half. Some were even crushed into powder by Yu Wei.
Within a quarter of an hour, King Xiaoyao even had a bloody tooth mark on his face, his two eyeballs were swollen, and his nostrils were even picked out twice.
This is so ridiculous that you told me that it was something that the leader of the Wulin Alliance could do. King Xiaoyao would never believe it.
When it comes to what Lu Mingjun has practiced the most during these days in Beijing, street fighting has been the most practiced. In the past, his opponents were all local gangsters and villains. Those cheap tricks have been tested in actual combat in close combat.